...What happens the next time he goes off his meds and decides Ren is the reason you're not with him... and aims that shotgun at our daughter?!"
"He won't; that's ridiculous! He loves her!" Zap admitted, with rage and no regret. He was puffing up his chest and his feathers and was dangerously close to getting a lightning bolt up his ass. Warren launched the blade into the door and she finally un-clenched her hands, sparks moving between her fingers despite her better efforts.
..."After that, I'll go explain to Ronan how easy it is for people with old money and connections to make someone disappear."
"Don't you dare. Do not go in that room-"
"Then, come morning - just maybe I'll have a chat with Charles about the character of employees he's keeping around. After all, I'm sure Moria could use someone with Ronan's skills in Scotland."
What had she just done? Why had she pushed him? What kind of nasty rift had she just caused...? "War-"
..."But I'm also trying for you because I love you. Anything else, love?"
He pulled his knife from the door and she sobbed, or maybe screamed. It was mostly a noise of helplessness and anger. Either way, the door slid open and shut a few times before it lodged itself open, and the lights flickered. "Leave me alone..." She whispered, and the lights dimmed to nearly nothing, the smell of Warren's cigarette lingering where his wings had stirred the smoke throughout the room. She felt like she was losing everything at once... her daughter, her husband, her lover, her mind... Probably a few friends, her reputation... Eva sank into a chair that just happened to be behind her, luckily, and let her head fall forward until it nearly touched her knees, her fingers becoming lost in her static-tangled hair.